God’s Message came to me: “You, son of man, raise a funeral song over Tyre. Tell Tyre, gateway to the sea, merchant to the world, trader among the far-off islands, ‘This is what God, the Master, says:“‘You boast, Tyre:“I’m the perfect ship—stately, handsome.”You ruled the high seas froma real beauty, crafted to perfection.Your planking came fromMount Hermon junipers.A Lebanon cedarsupplied your mast.They made your oarsfrom sturdy Bashan oaks.Cypress from Cyprus inlaid with ivorywas used for the decks.Your sail and flag were of colorfulembroidered linen from Egypt.Your purple deck awningsalso came from Cyprus.Men of Sidon and Arvad pulled the oars.Your seasoned seamen, O Tyre, were the crew.Ship’s carpenterswere old salts from Byblos.All the ships of the sea and their sailorsclustered around you to barter for your goods.